Param didn't much care for Umbara. It was dark, not just in the Force but in light as well. The outside was covered in plants that she would never be learn to grow, and the inside of the academy here felt a shield against a planet that wanted to eat her and a prison meant to keep her inside forever. Master Thel had never made her spend much time in the academy, and for that she lacked the book reading and historical studies that most acolytes would receive there. There was that one potions class, but that was the extent of the classes she had taken here.
She strode down the brightly lit halls in her black robes, leather boots clicking with every step. A lightsaber hilt clipped to her belt bounced against her thigh. Her long silver hair flowed behind her, unable to stay still at her pace. Param was on a mission of sorts. She'd been informed that her new found rank of Champion meant heightened responsibilities. One of those being the ability to train an apprentice. In her schemes and brainstorming of what to do now that she was no longer beholden to Master Thel's teachings or whims, she'd poured over the roster of initiated acolytes. One stood out in particular, and she was here to meet with them.
Making her way around a corner, she came to a training chamber. It was the one she had signed out for them, and sent a notification to her new charge to meet her there. They weren't there yet, which was fine; she was early. Master Thel had a thing against tardiness. The training chamber was a large circular room, with a work bench on the far side. Beside the work bench was a rack of varying objects, ranging from sword length metal bar, to a vibro-sword. Param inspected the rack, almost wishing she'd brought her own sword. No, it wasn't time yet for that.
Param would wait for her new apprentice, continuing to admire the craftsmanship of the weapons on the rack. They may prove useful, but she'd like to get off this rock as soon as she possibly could. Hopefully, with her first voluntold employee for her tea shop in tow.
She strode down the brightly lit halls in her black robes, leather boots clicking with every step. A lightsaber hilt clipped to her belt bounced against her thigh. Her long silver hair flowed behind her, unable to stay still at her pace. Param was on a mission of sorts. She'd been informed that her new found rank of Champion meant heightened responsibilities. One of those being the ability to train an apprentice. In her schemes and brainstorming of what to do now that she was no longer beholden to Master Thel's teachings or whims, she'd poured over the roster of initiated acolytes. One stood out in particular, and she was here to meet with them.
Making her way around a corner, she came to a training chamber. It was the one she had signed out for them, and sent a notification to her new charge to meet her there. They weren't there yet, which was fine; she was early. Master Thel had a thing against tardiness. The training chamber was a large circular room, with a work bench on the far side. Beside the work bench was a rack of varying objects, ranging from sword length metal bar, to a vibro-sword. Param inspected the rack, almost wishing she'd brought her own sword. No, it wasn't time yet for that.
Param would wait for her new apprentice, continuing to admire the craftsmanship of the weapons on the rack. They may prove useful, but she'd like to get off this rock as soon as she possibly could. Hopefully, with her first voluntold employee for her tea shop in tow.
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